I must admit this one has done the rounds on the interweb; but with my ongoing search for Cub parts this is a true happy-face when one of those hard to find item crops up for a low price. It typically turns to a bawling (or swearing more like) when that part doesn’t fit…. Haven’t we all been there?
Wartime morale poster that was rediscovered in secondhand bookshop Barter Books at the old railway station in Alnwick Northumberland has seen it spread across the globe as a modern day inspiration an motivational meme. Here its given the Triumph treatment…
… As a side note the original Ministry of Information posters printed in the hundreds of thousands were seen as somewhat divisive and patronizing by the working classes as a rallying war cry from the upper classes, of whom the civil servants were seen to be. Remember the Great War was a fresh memory being merely two decades previous to the outbreak in ’39.
An idyllic English scene… Wet road, grey skies, muddy field, a hilly country road and a Triumph 750 propped on its side stand waiting for a wax jacket attired motorcyclist to take up the reins. I can smell this typical bucolic blighty scene. The signpost adds a level of rural jolity to the proceedings too!
The W registration puts the bike between ’81 & ’82.
The diminutive nature of our wee 200cc Cub makes for a smart shooting stick to thump around the estate on. The hound will need willing legs to keep up though… And a shotgun holster is required to tote the Purdey DB 12 bore.
A Barber jacket isn’t just for an ISDT!
The diminutive nature of our wee 200cc Cub makes for a smart shooting stick to thump around the estate on. The hound will need willing legs to keep up though… And a shotgun holster is required to tote the Purdey DB 12 bore.
A Barber jacket isn’t just for an ISDT!
The drive across Wisconsin yesterday allowed many chances to see riders cruise along while the local scenery passed by. Here’s a pair on their Harley speeding along on I-90 east of La Crosse.
Sweet Triumph twin set up for big American roads seen today a stones throw from the Mississippi in Winona MN. Wonderful roads in the vicinity are jes’ made for ridin’! Must go back on two wheels!
Dedicated documentary about racer Mike Duff, a Canadian talking about the trials of high speed Grand Prix track racing. Mike is now Michelle as told in her autobiography ‘Make haste slowly, the Mike Duff story’. Music by The Mothers of Invention, hence a Zappa day…
It was the blackest night
There was no moon in sight
You know the stars ain’t shinin’
’cause the sky’s too tight
I heard the scarey wind
I seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin’
‘long the side of me
I’m mean ‘n I’m bad, y’know I ain’t no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by the name of chrissy
Talkin’ about her ‘n my bike ‘n me…
‘n this ride up the mountain of mystery, mystery
I noticed even the crickets
Was actin’ weird up here
And so I figured I might
Just drink a little beer
I said, “gimme summa that what yer suckin’ on…”
But there was no reply
’cause she was gone…
“where’s those titties that I like so well
‘n my goddamn beer!”
Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise
Like a crunchin’ twig, ‘n up jumped the devil…he’s about this big…
He had a red suit on
An’ a widow’s peak
An’ then a pointed tail
‘n like a sulphur reek
Yes, it was him awright
I sweared I knowed it was
He had some human flesh
Stuck underneath his claws
You know it looked to me
Like it was titty skin
I said, “you sonofabitch!”
’cause I was mad at him,
Well he just got out his floss
‘n started cleanin’ his fang
So I shot him with my shooter
Said: bang bang bang
Then the sucker just laughed ‘n said, “put it away…
You know, I ate her all up…now what you
Gonna say? ”
You ate my chrissy? “titties ‘n all!”
Well, what about the beer then, boy? “were the cans
This tall? ”
Even her boots? “would I lie to you? ”
Shit, you musta been hungry! “yes, this is true.”
Well don’t they pay you good for the
Stuff that you do?
“well, you know, I can’t complain when the checks come through…”
Well I want my chrissy, ‘n I want my beer
So you just barf it back up now, devil,
Do you hear?
“blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! I mean, I am the devil,
Do you understand? just what will you give me
For your
Titties and beer? I suppose you noticed this little
Contract here…” yer goddam right, you son-of-a-whore,
“don’t call me that”
That’s about the only reason
…gimme that paper…bet yer ass I’ll sign…
’cause I need a beer, ‘n it’s titty-squeezin’ time
“man, you can’t fool me…you ain’t that bad…
I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls I had…
Why there was milhous nixon ‘n agnew, too…
‘n both of those suckers was worse ‘n you…”
Well, let’s make a deal if you think that’s true
I mean, you’re the devil, so whatcha gonna do?
(improvised dialog)
“wait a minute…a tinge of doubt crosses my mind…when you say…
That you want to make a deal with me…”
“that’s very, very true
I’m only interested in two things
“yeah? ”
See if you can guess what they are”
“i would think…uh…let’s see, maybe stravinsky…”
“i’ll give you two clues. let go of your pickle”
“what? ”
“let go of your pickle!”
“i’m not holding my pickle”
“well, who’s holding your pickle then? ”
“i don’t know…she’s out in the audience…
Hey dale, would you like to come up here and hold
My pickle to satisfy this weird man out on the stage? ”
“i’m only interested in two things, and that’s
Titties and beer
You know what I mean?
“what? ”
Titties and beer
Titties and beer
Titties and beer
Titties and beer
Titties and beer
Titties and beer
Titties and beer!”
Titties and beer!”
“i don’t know if you’re the right guy? ”
Titties and beer!”
Titties and beer!”
“no! don’t sign it! give me time to think…
I mean hold on a second boy, ’cause that’s magic ink!”
And then the devil let go of his pickle
And out come my girl, there was her titties
Flop-floppin’…all around the world
She said “i got me three beers and a fistful of downs
And I’m gonna get ripped, so fuck, you clowns!”
Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiff
That’s when the devil, he farted
And she went right over the cliff!
The devil was mad, I took off to my pad
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
This is a big music weekend coming up in the Windy City. Lollapalooza the annual shindig for contemporary tastes. One of the headliners on Saturday will be the lads from blighty Mumford & Sons, English country folk balladeers. Just so happens they’re Triumph riders, here front man Marcus Mumford with his T100 in London.
Nice jacket son! He even spins around a city on it in one of their videos “Whispers in the Dark”
He was spied at the local Triumph dealer Motoworks earlier today ogling the bikes. Their Facebook page captures the moment.
Triumph Bonneville 72, 73, 74, 75…..a hybrid 70’s workhorse! 650 frame and engine, latter day tank and seat and 750 front end. Well, it works for me!
…I just need time to ride!
ESSO not only had the tiger symbol but this cute couple each with a quiff shaped head of a golden oil drop.
Looks like they had fun on two wheels also!
“Happy Go Lively”
This company goes back to Rockefeller and his wealth machine Standard Oil (ess oh being the phonetic initials) Now known as Exxon in the US. They worked on future users with Playmobil toys, here a gas station complete with pumps, canopy and vehicles…
I like to look at some older images, and here is a Triumph ready for a top-up.
Perhaps the Oil Drop mans gal is called Ethel.
Even though the tiger is revered as one of the most fabulous beasts it is also extremely endangered. A worldwide population of 100,000 wild tiger at the turn of the 20th Century saw it decimated to just over 3,000 today. Lost of habitat and poaching being the main reasons.
As petroleum giant Esso said “Put a Tiger in your tank!”
And here’s a French poster for two and four stroke oil: at turns of the track, protecting all makes of motorcycle ..
We now need to give back to the tiger.
Here’s another go at speed records with a Cub. This time in ’59 when the wee Triumph was a fairly fresh model, a Triumph dealer in Burbank took the small moto, slipped it into a streamlined body and shit down the track at 139mph… What a missile-like body form can achieve.
Bill Martin stands proudly with his sons Dale and Lonnie. Promotion through press and advertising held the typical motorcycle tenet: ‘Race on Sunday – Sell on Monday”
“As fast as a Leopard!”
“Then let’s see you do it!”. – from Gallipoli 1981
Its not the biggest that go the fastest. On ‘The Salt’ some take smaller volume engines and see what velocity they can eke out of the lower horsepower motors. The team of Chuck Zeglin and Steve Moody’s steed of choice is the Triumph Cub. All 200cc’s worth… Their goal? To hit the Ton.
They began with a standard cam and carbed bike and managed 79mph; not to shabby at altitude and on salt! Chuck is pilot and builder, Steve backer and crew.
They currently run it in the APS-VBG (Special
Construction Partial Streamlining- Vintage Blown Fuel. Engine bore out to 250cc high compression from a 650 twin piston… That little Beastie must wail down the flats.
Great work on that engine too. A blower aiding respiration.
A stretched and lowered frame, skinny race tires, race cam. “the World’s Fastest Tiger Cub?” Nearly…
They even had a T-shirt to promote the bike and raise funds. I need to track on of those down.
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